When riding my bike around 10 years old, I turned a corner too fast. Fell off and scraped my knee. I started to cry. My friends made fun of me and called me a sissy. I have troubling crying since. Even when my youngest son died of cancer a little over a year ago, I had trouble crying. Yes, I feel emotion, but expressing emotion is yet another thing altogether. I seem to either over react or under react. Some things that would send someone in a tizzy, I just let it roll off, like nothing happened. And some things that should be minor end up being the straw that broke the camel's back. Uncontrolled display of emotions is not a manly thing. Women can get all teary eyed. Men are supposed to stick their chest out, suck it up and keep their wits about them.

If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And---which is more---you'll be a Man, my son!

If - Rudyard Kipling